CELTIC ADVENT 07: THURS 22NOV

I’ll not be able to blog until Sunday or Monday.Today, as you know, is Thanksgiving in the US. It is the Feast Day of JFK. It is also the Feast Dday of Kenny’s late wife, Jan, the mother of my darling Jason and the Force of Nan. I had a very bizarre dream about the family last night; I’ll be weeks processing it.Wednesday was spent waiting for the power to be on long enough to go to the ATM, to iron clothes, and get the truck filled with diesel. Filling the tank took two trips.I’m on my way to the Ngobe-Bugle Comarca for three days of teaching and testing with UNAIDS and AHMNP. Right now, we don’t know if we’ll be returning to David every evening, trying to find a place closer than a 2 hour daily commute, or if we’ll actually be able to stay on the Comarca. Regardless of our decision, there will not be adequate internet service (none on the Comarca of course. and probably none in any wee town betwen here and David. The reasonable rate hotel in David (hot water, quiet, great cable, air conditioning) still has dial-up service, which I have not the patience to attempt anymore.I have a few words to say about blogging services. I chose wordpress for this blog because it is the only free blogging service I found with an easy “translatable” quasi-Celtic looking theme. It is not easy to use. Embedding or imbedding music is muy complicado! And I like my playlists going when I blog. I like blogmac but it’s a free five blog-only trial service, at this point, and we are not sure if we want to take blogmac money and apply it toward OSX’s new Leopard, which has iword and ilife, I think–or simply purchase blogmac. I used typepad once upon a time, as a test, and I really liked it; but it is quite expensive. I can understand why professional writers would choose it, though. It looks so good and it is so simple. Google’s blogger is much simpler than wordpress; certainly it’s somehow more intuitive; but I’m not sure I want to get into the headache of trying to translate a theme. Same is true with macblog. Every day, it seems, I stumble upon a new and different “challenge” with WordPress. I’m also trying Opera again; I usually use Camino for browsing; Opera doesn’t seem to like WordPress or vice versa. Maybe I’ll get better. I have patience; I just can’t wait!While we’re in and out of power (and water), I’ve discovered that it’s safer to use pen and paper and then move it to word processing (I’m still searching for the perfect word processing application. I’m not a fan of Word. I miss old ClarisWorks.I’m still trying to make my iLike work. Mercury must be retrograde! These are not my best computer days.So, my love and prayers are with you all. Please keep Jason and Nan in your prayers. Remember the bright eternal flame of Camelot.I’m not only thankful to know you all; I am honoured. You are as much family as Kenny. I am blessed.oonie on the Comarca, with gay men! Ahhh.

CELTIC ADVENT: WED 21NOV07

The path I walk, Christ walks it. May the land in which I am be without sorrow.

May the Trinity protect me wherever I stay, Love/Lover/Love-Ever-Over-Flowing.

Bright angels walk with me–dear presence–in every dealing.

In every dealing I pray them that no one’s poison may reach me.

The ninefold people of heaven of holy cloud, the tenth force of the stout earth.

Favorable company, they come with me, so that the Sovereign may not be troubled by me.

May I arrive at every place, may I return home; may the way in which I spend be a way without loss.

May every path before me be smooth, man, woman, and child welcome me.

A truly good journey! Well does the fair Sovereign show us a course, a path.

 

Today I’m publishing an old, old sermon. But it’s Kenny’s favorite of all my sermons. (I like the Cats of Christendom sermons, myself)

CREATING JERUSALEM FROM BABYLON

These are the words of the letter that the prophet Jeremiah sent from Jerusalem to the remaining elders among the exiles, and to the priests, the prophets, and all the people, whom Nebuchadnezzar had taken into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon. This was after King Jeconiah, and the queen mother, the court officials, the leaders of Judah and Jerusalem, the artisans, and the smiths had departed from Jerusalem. The letter was sent by the hand of Elasah son of Shaphan and Gemariah son of Hilkiah, whom King Zedekiah of Judah sent to Babylon to King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon. It said: Thus says the LORD of hosts, the God of Israel, to all the exiles whom I have sent into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: Build houses and live in them; plant gardens and eat what they produce. Take wives and have sons and daughters; take wives for your sons, and give your daughters in marriage, that they may bear sons and daughters; multiply there, and do not decrease. But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the LORD on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare. Jeremiah 29. 1-7

Published in “The Trinity Newsletter,” San Francisco, May 2000; written for “Urban Ministry” class with The Rev’d. Doctor J. Alfred Smith, Sr. (Allen Temple Baptist Church, Oakland CA and ABSW, GTU, Berkeley CA)What is left after leaders and artists have abandoned the City and its life? Who is left to care for the City and those who remain? What happens to a society when its artisans have fled, leaving behind others unable to go? I read Jeremiah and I hear the pain and I imagine the fear of what will happen to those remaining? Are they so poor they cannot leave? Are they forever stuck in an urban ghetto with seemingly no way out?The call to all exiles is a powerful one. The call is to make the City home; to create, to recreate a full and rich life, even fuller and richer than before. The call is to live, to live fully in this City, to treat it as one’s very own, because it has become that-the City of those people in exile.The people are called to pray for the City. They are called to pray for one another and for future generations of that City. This is a call to rebuild, to set free those in exile.What does this say to me today about an inner city struggle? What does this say to leaders of cities where people of other cultures are in exile for whatever reason? What does this say to the leaders of people exiled from the “First Worlds” of Silicon Valleys and gated communities? Whom do those leaders serve? Do they serve those in exile or do they serve those of greater economics and power?I cannot speak for political and economic leaders. I cannot speak for the Church either. But I can speak from my heart and I can speak out of a Liberation Theology that says to church leaders, ministers, and elders, lay and clergy alike. I would echo the words of Paulo Freire and say to those leaders to teach the children and adults, and to let those children and adults teach back. Do not bank information in-to brains, but listen with hearts and minds to the hearts and minds of those oppressed and marginalized. Listen to their stories; they have much to give and share. They know the City. They walk her back and side streets. They know the paths of safety and paths of danger. They walk both every day. These exiles travel in our midst every day. They sit in our pews. They stand on our street corners. They youth speed their cars up and down the streets of the City in the early hours in the morning, disturbing many with peel-offs and the screeches of brakes. They ride on the same BARTS and buses that many of us do. I choose public transportation because this is where the people of the City are. We of the Church are called to encourage creativity. We are called to give hope when hope is failing. We have the words of a man who chose a City in which to tell the world his empowering message. We have Jesus, the GodMan who came to give freedom to all.God made us for God’s Self-to be whole and embodied. The arts are still alive in the City even if the known artists have fled. There remain artists and those creative. Give them blank walls for murals and paper and paint for splashing. Take them to concerts and operas and let them hear the gifts of those artists who have gone before. Give them instruments to play and computers on which to create. Then listen to their music. Invite yourself to the concerts of the people of the City; support those who drum on plastic at Sather Gate and in parks. Let the Church give her music of liberation to the people of the City. Give them spirituals and songs of freedom. Give them the Message of Hope, God’s hope of wholeness and love. We are not the only bearers of hope in the City, though. Those who live there, too, have hope-many of them. Listen to their hopes and dreams. It is our task to encourage those dreams and to help them rebuild the City.I am a white woman who lives with a white man in a teeny house in East Oakland. We deliberately chose to live here as a part of our ministry. But we realize we must appear the ultimate in luxurious living-the life of graduate students. We are surrounded by blue collar and frayed-collar working people. We attend neighborhood and block meetings. There are concerns and fears of these people whose homes surround ours. I have suggestions and questions for our neighbors, but I do not feel I have the (white) right to say them yet. These people have been on this block for years and have seen much, have feared much, have suffered much, have lived much. I am sure it is thought that we will move on, will not make East Oakland our home. We have not done our time. We are part of the domination system, to quote Walter Wink-we of the white world. We have much to learn from those people of colour who live around us. It seems our task to at first be still, to listen, and to quietly encourage. We must first establish trust. This may be our task of the City, in our efforts to give hope-to be still and to shut up our white Domination System’s power and to listen.Jeremiah’s call to prayer is an important one. Prayers change things and people. I invite the people of the City to pray for the leaders. Invite the people of the City to pray before casting a ballot. Invite the people of the City to protests and to acts of civil disobedience. Pray that the Church will support and bail out of jail those arrested for nonviolent civil disobedience. I feel frustration when there are no, or few, people of color at protests and demonstrations. The leaders of city blocks, of cities themselves, need our prayers. They also need to hear the concerns of those in exile. Even though the time of this world is fleeting, it is our task, our God-given task, stated in Jeremiah, to inhabit the City, to embody her with exiles who make the City their own. If one can choose to view the city as a place in which the Kingdom of God can break through, then the people will experience the Reign of God in the here and now. This, I believe, is key. It is the key for change. It is the message of Jeremiah. It is the Gospel message of Jesus.

Celtic Advent Thoughts

May this Journey be of Justice, may it be a Journey of Prophet in my hands!
Holy Christ against demons, against weapons, against killings!

May Perfect Love, Beloved, and Love-Ever-Dancing sanctify us!
May the Mysterious One hidden in Darkness and the Bright Glorious One save us!

May the cross of Christ’s body and the Fruit of Mary guard us on the road!
May it not be unlucky for us, may it flourish and be clement!
Devotional Texts, Celtic Spirituality: Classics of Western Spirituality

 

I’m one of those people not terribly fond of most striaght-folk. I’m sorry but it’s just fact. If this was true in the US; it’s multiplied to the nth power here, 9 Degrees North.

No one ever writes about us, we more-bisexual-than-anything/kinky/liberal kind of folks who tried with every ounce of her being to be Lesbian. Lord knows, I tried! I mean a bisexual cat adopted me! I’m a priest in a “gay church;” our god-child, sadly, is straight–he was born that way–we are failures in parenting and god-parenting. I’m a failed Lesbian; I am who and how God-As-Metaphor made me. I also realise that our generation puts a lot of emphasis on the “compartments”–that “these kids today” are growing up with more-fluid gender stuff. Unless they’re growing up scary and fundie–and if that’s not a dualistic compartment…Well!

And so, my story.

I came to the Inclusive Celtic Episcopal Church via ECUSA, via a search into Judaism and Roman Catholicism. I was deeply drawn to Hinduism, but I was raised in MS. And if I needed community in which to grow; I knew no Hindus; being an Episco in those days, in that place of Kosciusko was “weird” enough! And as an ICE-C (why do I always imagine myself with a slurpy and straw in a tall frosty silver or pewter cup?) I get to look at my Celtic DNA connection with the Hindus in every way possible that I can.

I left Trinity when RWC retired and came to a small SUBurban parish of San Francisco, a place both edgy and totally not. I entered one of those heinous Ordination Processes that found me vomiting before and after every meeting. Sure, I needed to be challenged; but I didn’t need to be terrorised. Have you ever known anyone who entered every committee meeting wired? You have now. One wears a wire NOT to record what others are saying; but to keep one’s self from going off.

I began to look around. UCC’s? UU’s? American Baptists? All were welcoming and offering to ordain me. I was a liturgy junkie; and I didn’t want to learn to preach for two hours. Was I to ever be stuck in an Episco pew, knowing my Call was genuine, and yet not welcomed? Or worse, that I’d stayed Episco, been ordained, and found myself so sickened by a Process that I could no longer look in the mirror and put in my (grey) mascara? What would I do? All I really knew about how and what I was supposed to be was ordained Anglican; I’d been struggling with this Call for nearly twenty years; and I seemed as stuck as I had back in the 80’s when I watched Mother Catherine set the Table one day at the cathedral in Yewsten TX, when That Something spoke to me, “You’re to be a priest!” That Something laughed louder than I, sitting sleep-deprived in that pew. And the call wouldn’t go away.

And God/dess knows I tried, long and hard, to make that bloomin’ Call go away.

One day in the middle of the after-school mentoring/tutoring program at that SUBurban parish, I had to go upstairs into the Nave (although the parish has no actual “nave” space, technically, but we were Episcos, and God knows, we couldn’t call it anything but a really churchy name) to locate some paper work. Not the most organised parish in the world, I ran, knowing it would take a while to sort through the piles of papers to find the goal of my search. As I walked back down the steps, I almost tripped. There, in my hand, was a flyer of information from a parish called St. Savior’s.

It sounded Anglican enough.

Except there was a mention of Liberation Theology. Not two words one often sees in Episcopal-dom. What in heaven’s name?

My heart raced, stopped. It wasn’t the run that had left me gasping. I stuffed the flyer in my bra and joined the youth.

On the way home that evening the flyer kept scratching at my skin; the sound enough was enough to run me nuts. I stopped for an iced white mocha at the closest evil Starbucks and read this flyer while I sipped. Yes, there was a physical address for this place; there was a phone attached; there was even email. I thought I’d test all three, starting with the email as soon as my caffeinated being could get home.

The email did not return–an auspicious sign. I thought I’d try the phone, too, since I was on a roll. Lo! It was a live number! There was a machine. Aha! No one would ever return my call. I was safe.

Someone did return my call. The bishop! Of all people! This could simply not be. He called; we talked. He responded to my email. We met. We talked some more.

We’ve not stopped talking yet! I’d not only found a bishop; I’d made a friend. It just doesn’t get much better than this!

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Since this blog exists for Celtic Advent 07 only, and since our bishop is collecting our thoughts/prayers/images/etc. on Call, I’m including a (rather long) reflection I made on “Call” several years ago. (It’s my favorite piece of religious art outside of Ireland.)

….God/dess forbid I ever have an unwritten thought…

 

My gifts to the Church can be expressed in the words of three of her theologians: Tertullian; Hovda; Weston.

Tertullian speaks of a theology of the body, our incarnation in the flesh (the soft parts, ancient Hebrew), Chapter 8, “On the Resurrection of the Flesh.”

The flesh is the hinge on which salvation depends (Caro cardo salutis). When the soul is dedicated to God, it is the flesh which actually makes it capable of such dedication. For surely the flesh is washed that the soul may be cleansed. The flesh is anointed that the soul may be consecrated. The flesh is sealed that the soul may be fortified. The flesh is overshadowed by the imposition of hands that the soul may be illumined by the Spirit. The flesh feds on the body and blood of Christ that the soul may fatten on God..

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A fierce and passionate love relationship with the Triune God.

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The Gospel of Jesus (Good News of love, free forgiveness, and grace of forgiveness) is central to my life as one baptised. And the Eucharist is central to my life as a liturgical Christian. I believe my calling is to preach the gospel/proclaim the Word and to preside at the Eucharist, as well as to baptise and to teach, hear confessions, proclaim absolution, pastoral care.

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My prayer life is very important and I have much experience in “ways to pray”–meditation, contemplative prayer, prayer beads, movement as prayer, etc. I belonged to the parish out of which came the Anglican rosary.

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Years of spiritual direction–as director and directee
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A fine theological education–education that is ongoing. I plan to get a PHD in religion and the arts–Sheela_na_gigs: Finding The Holy In The Grotesque. Other education dreams: PSR’s Religion and Sexuality–Center for Gay and Lesbian Studies; University of Creation Spirituality

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A willingness to serve and be served by community…in the Body of Christ

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Strong sense of community: liturgy is corporate action of those assembled. The parish church symbolizes the entire, universal, and catholic church.

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A strong awareness of the gifts, tasks, challenges of lay and ordained; that we are all laity and are all priests by the very nature of our Baptism.
*To make the “priesthood of all believers” a reality is the work of an ordained priest.
*Priests are mediators

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One is ordained as shepherd and to “liturgical oversight.” Cranmer said ordained priests are “stewards of the Mysteries [of the sacraments]” if we define steward as “one who oversees specific obligations and duties for the sake of others.” An ordained priest is responsible for the Word and Sacrament on behalf of the entire Church–symbol bearers as sacramental in the world. The specific roles of ordained priests in the Anglican communion have been defined through the ages as one who is called to bear the sacramental bedrock of the Church–Baptism and Eucharist–as signs identifying the blueprint of the Church; to proclaim the Word; and to teach Our baptism brings all of us into common (the community) faith and service; the Eucharist nourishes and sustains the community, as the Word reminds those gathered of the love of God and the life of Jesus, the Christ.

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Respect for authority as defined by our Church–tradition, reason,and discernment of voice versus mindlessly following orders; obedience is more about a choice to remain open and flexible.

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Good liturgical celebration
takes us by the hair of our heads and
puts us in Sovereign scene,where we are treated
like we’ve never been treated before
because this is clearly and intentionally
God’s domain, God’s reign
where we are bowed to
and incensed
and sprinkled
and kissed
and touched
and fed
with bread and a cup
that are equally shared among all.
–ROBERT HOVDA sensualises LITURGY INTO WORDS

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Good liturgist. I’ve written liturgies, P’sOTP, and Eucharistic Prayers. I’ve taken the Liturgics Practicum twice (once for credit) and received good, positive feedback on my liturgical style. I am passionate that priests keep liturgically up-to-date. I’ve taught classes on symbol and meaning of the Eucharist–including the history of vestments, the history of the liturgy, and the history of the Anglican/Episcopal liturgy. I’ve made vestments, stoles, bread.
*Experience as chalice bearer, acolyte, lay minister, lay reader, etc.
*Baptism is the fundamental sacrament that connects all of us to X in radical, scandalous unity.
*Sensual liturgist–Very much aware of the need to “maximise” our symbols.
*Strong knowledge of the Prayerbook (including a class on Pastoral Care and the BCP.)
*Liturgy is social justice.
*Spanish liturgy class.
*Altar guild
*A belief that liturgy is a dialogue; Table manners are very important.
*Liturgy is a drama; not a performance.
*Church as “people called together in the name of God.” (Louis Weil)
*Presider HE–reserved Sacrament.
*Said words of institution, fractionated, and gave bread to the People–my hands surrounded by hands of a priest & my words in duo with priest
*A strong background of education in Latin American sacraments and their meaning to the People; an awareness and deep respect for Hispano/a popular piety.
*Acted as deacon for 2+ years at TrinitySF.
*Thurible training X2; served as thurifer.
*Acolyte trainings–classes and rehearsals
*6 liturgy classes–Anglican Orders, Rites of Death and Dying, Ritual, and Hispanic sacraments,
*Read coursework for Liturgy and Architecture– and Liturgical Aesthetics.
*Culturally sensitive, yet have the courage to be open about invalid liturgy.
*Know my voice limitations in singing and chanting
*In Panama without a “gathered” community, without a library, without an intellectual community, our personal library, the Internet, helping Kenny write-read-preach-teach-plan has been the core of my ongoing study.

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Good preacher. I preach by story, poetry, and drama.
*Have a collection of sermons considered for publication.
*Senior sermon–Absalom Jones via Alice Walker and MLK.
*Proclaiming the Word is an honour and privilege.
*4 preaching classes–including acting techniques for preaching
*Powerful prophetic voice.
*Preaching is not a lecture nor is it moralising; neither is preaching “cocktail party conversation”
*Preaching is an art
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Gift of healing and reconciliation
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Love of Creation; advocate for environment; see all of Creation as equal (Yvonne Gebara)

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Person of faith, love, hope, integrity

I’ve a lot of faith and a whole lotta love; my confessor says my hopelessness is the sin of Pride; I’m working hard on Hope these days.

I’m a priest by my weaknesses as well as my strengths–God uses all of us–individually and corporately.

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Awareness of the Shadow of ordination

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Good teacher. I rarely teach by “banking” (Paulo Friere), but act more as facilitator. Well-versed in teaching style of Liberation Theology. Much teaching experience as nurse and as seminarian.
*Catechesis is key, necessary, and important. Cathechesis is the responsibility of lay and ordained.
*Facilitator training From Violence To Wholeness, Pace e Bene’s Theology of Liberating Nonviolence. Initiated connection with Episcopal Church and DIOCA and URI in 99. Co-facilitator for NationalEPF Training, which led to FVTW adoption by ECUSA.

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Preferential option for the poor. I grew up poor, in a poor state; I know what hunger feels like; I know how social agencies work from both sides of a desk: I know the Church from the best of pastoral care to the “poor family that needs a food basket.” Being in Panama has only nourished this belief; work with the ostracized Ngobe and Ngobe-Bugle has been eye, soul, and heart-opening. Working with UNAIDS and Panama’s only GLBT organization AHMNP has become my key focus. Being a part of the team that works with the Ngobe to form their own version of AHMNP (Association of the New Men and Women of Panama) has been as humbling as it is exciting.

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I do not agree that the Episcopal Church is and always will be the “church of the middle class.” I believe there is an important ministry in the lives of the poor and oppressed, within their midst, as community. Having lived and slept with an Episcopal priest these past two years, I believe this more and more, especially as I see the wild struggles of ECUSA within and without Whatever-Anglicanism-Is- Going- To-Become. If it does not become, it will die. I think they’re resuscitating the dead, not resurrecting the dead; but right now I’m tired and unusually cynical; we’ve been without power and water most of the day and the internet service has been S-L-O-W.

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Today I’m a priest in the Inclusive Celtic Episcopal Church because of its radical inclusion. I’d never have survived in Panama without the support of this C/church.

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Love and respect for children. Love children’s, youth, and family ministry. Love working with youth as minister, teacher and companion. Believe children belong at the Table. Inviting ALL to come to Table. Good with children; good children’s minister. (That all-girl youth group I put out of the car for littering with plastic might disagree; Yes, I put out of the car our gaggle of girls and we all picked up garbage on the roadside; we drove it to Almirante and water-taxi’d it to the Island’s recycle center; Yes, I made those girls recyle, too. )
*Godly Play facilitator
*FVTW to adolescent group
To have been a part of the community in Panama that is raising up two new Episcopal priests has been wonderful. To have been part of the community that strives to grow up ordained women leaders has been as wonderful as it has been maddening. There’s a long way to go with women here, in so many ways.

I’ve planted a few seeds that we, ICE-C, call and ordain.

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Strong interfaith connections and experience.

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Planned and preached my father’s funeral and graveside service–an Episcopal service in a Baptist church.

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Helped to plan and I prepared, prayed my mother’s funeral sermon. I dug her grave for her cremains, blessed the grave. And Kenny was right there beside me as were St. Savior, RosaLee, and Holy Innocents.

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Presider at same sex unions, marriages, hand-fastings. Liturgies and marriages written by myself and in conjunction with couples. The most fun celebration? A double wedding of four of my favorite pagan women; it was rockin’ awesome!

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Longtime activist and advocate for those oppressed and marginalized.
*Long history of work with GLBTQQ, PWA’s–men, women, and children

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Fearless, Courageous, Integrity. Creative, Imaginative, Prophetic, Sense of humor, Persistent, Powerful, awareness of my own authority.

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I welcome change, yet understand many in the Church (and the world) do not.

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Attended many, many meetings of church administrators and officials.
*Vestry–St Aidan’s; deanery meetings; administrative meetings at Trinity
* RWC and Trinity taught me how to prepare for a Vestry meeting, never longer than an hour and a half…NEVER.
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I know the specific roles of a priest in the episcopal tradition. I strongly believe in an empowered laity. I know my gifts and my places that need work. If we as pastors, preachers, and ministers continue to “hold on” to “all the tasks” in a church office, the work of those called to ordained priesthood will not and does not get done. If the ordained do not let go, then the laity do not get to use their gifts for the Church and the Church in the world.

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I am not the most organized person in the world, but I MUST have organization in which to work. I am flexible and yet, I realise many people in the church are resistant to change (many reasons) and many need much structure. I respect this. I also know that I, an INFP, live in a world that is not INFP.

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Discernment of calling since 1986–self discernment in conjunction with therapy, spiritual directors, ministers. Called by parishioners (and bishop) of St. Savior, San Francisco, as their deacon and priest, especially to work with GLBT folk and the Ngobe in Panama. Numerous validations of calling.

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Lilly Intern Year, Trinity SF
*Full time parish experience: 60 to 100 plus hours a week.
*Lilly year is not unlike a “mini-curacy.”
*Good parish experience; exposure to all aspects of an ordained priest’s life.
*Involved in Capital Fund Campaign
*Involved in church growth process and in writing Trinity’s Mission Statement
*Preached
*Deacon–read Gospel, prepared Table, dismissed people
*Spent time in the community of parish and neighborhood
*pastoral care
*heard confessions
*welcomed newcomers
*planned liturgies
*supervision by RWC–GREAT! RWC showed me how to be direct, honest, and forthright–to be able to identify feelings and to speak my feelings using the “Cromey 5”: MAD/GLAD/SAD/SEXY/FEARFUL

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Field Education Year, Trinity SF (plus Lilly year).

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I am grateful and thankful; I honor hospitality, the very bedrock of social justice.

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Good pastoral care skills, probably my greatest strength
*Knowledge of Jung and Jungian concepts
*Years of dream work and have facilitated a dream class. 3 semesters of dream classes
*Trained HIV and sex educator; am comfortable talking and listening to conversation, discussion about sex and sexuality. I see sexuality as “God/Divine energy”–both originating from the place of deep Creation. I have served on a diocesan Sex and Sexuality Committee, have preached on sexuality, and have facilitated classes on sex and sexuality. Not sexually judgmental; I’ve been the spiritual director for a number of people with “different” expressions of sexuality (I’ve worked with a number of folks from the BDSM community in the Bay Area, MS, and TX)
*Not afraid of death. Familiar with hospitals and am comfortable visiting sick people. As a working ICEC priest, I’d like to do a CPE year in a hospice, then find a job as a hospice chaplain. I actually like death; Death has been very good to me…and us.

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A passion for the truth; profound spiritual depth; curiosity and a sense of perspective and irony; great skill working with children and planning for their inclusion in the community; love working with elderly folk–respect their need for a place of ministry; advocate for those disabled; a strong sense of the church’s need to move out of the parish walls and bring about real change in the world; a fine capacity to cope with multiple crises and bring/hold all the pieces together; gifted writer and preacher.

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Years spent with RC and Episco priests, hearing their “confessions,” their talk about seminary and The Church. I come to ask for Holy Orders with a sense of the imperfection of the Church. I come to ask for Holy Orders knowing how lonely and hard a life ordained ministry can be.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

Awareness of the greed for power, the jealousy, the internal politics in the C/church; have had great mentors in this area.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

My discernment is that priesthood is my life’s work–it is right as vocation; I am willing to go where God leads in the Church. I came to seminary because I was no longer afraid to do so–the pain of NOT learning, of NOT being surrounded by Church was so much greater than any fear I ever had of failing or succeeding. My call keeps coming back as well as it continues to make its way through many channels and openings of the Spirit

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

Inclusivity is key–language, people, action, symbol.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

Nursing gifts: healing, education, self-care, teamwork, awareness of systems theory
*psyche, children’s psyche, hospice, occupational health, neonatal, maternal infant, PWA’s, doula, hemophiliacs, pedi, State Board of Health, worked with parish nurse program.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

Discernment as English major=>appreciation for language and beauty and power of words.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

The Church is safe place that recognizes a loving God often takes one into dangerous places…

angels fear to tread…

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

Vision for Church in 21st Century
*priest as …leader who develops leaders/guide/mentor/coach/preacher/teacher/strategists
*more than chaplain of geographical parish
*Church needs to be more decentralized
*Church to be motivated by love and the Great Commission
*a priest has experience of passionate spirituality and able to share that passion and to encourage passion in others
*the 21st century Church needs inspiring worship
*the 21st century Church needs priests unafraid to challenge
*I believe ministers/priests/pastors need to work with all parishioners to develop small groups as “holistic support”–no one in congregation will go her/his Xanity alone–each person will be surrounded, prayed for, and encouraged by at least ten people–these groups will be affinity groups or like affinity groups–almost house churches that gather in Church space for common prayer and Table fellowship. These groups will join together in social justice work
*Vestries will see their task as giving power to all–members and nonmembers– to do the work of building up the Kindom, thereby bringing the ROG to the “now.”
*The Church will be and is called to be a 7 day a week church, open, on the streets, and out in the community

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

*A priest is called to foster the worship of the church and the Church’s sacraments that remind us to look deeper into our souls and to expect God in our midst.
*A priest reminds us from ambo and Table–that all human life is priestly
*As I priest I feel called to a greater, more permanent attachment to a parish; I see priesthood as more than career where one strives to advance to a “better” job in a “wealthier” environment; priest lives a rich, full life as an active member of the greater community outside the geographical parish.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

*Priest is a verb; as God is a verb; to priest is an ongoing process of growth in God.
*Priesthood is the place I come together–love of God, neighbor, self; liturgy and sacraments; teaching; play; prayer; preaching; the arts; social justice; anthropology; healing; emotions and feelings–pastoral care; drama; life lived in the church calendar;
*The ordained priesthood is a liminal space–of danger, desire, decision, dedication, devotion. It is a place to let go and live God’s gracious love.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

Ability to permit others to priest to me.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

Great relationship with Kenny, the sacrament of marriage is as much vocational calling as ordination. I know more of God’s love because I love a wonderful human who loves me. We pray and play together. We share the love of Church, liturgy, God, Creation, social justice. We are lovers, friends, best friends, soul friends, companions, and priest to one another. We recognise that Godstuff and sexuality are part of the same energy. We often talk of a shared ministry, particularly in Panama. Being able to share in his journey of The Process was such an honour. And his ordination was a place of great personal pain as well as joy in his new life. ICE-C kept me grounded.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

Student, teacher and lover of Celtic spirituality
*Skellig Michael is my “Place of Resurrection”
*Brigid is my patron saint, the work and study of my prayer life these days. +Rusty was right!
*My Irish passion for jusitice is in The Six Counties; Donegal is the wild place of my dream environment; my genes are from County Tipperary.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

Gift of reconciliation and healing–sacraments and as a sacramental way of be-ing.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

Rich, full life experiences; an awareness that every event is a story.

The Call To Ordination Does Not Go Away

If you are prepared to fight for the right of adoring Jesus in his Blessed Sacrament, then you have gvot to come out behind your Tabernacle and walk, with Christ mystically present in you, out into the streets of this country, and find the same Jesus in the people of your cities and your villages. You cannot claim to worship Jesus in the Tabernacle, if you do not pity Jesus in the slum…And it is folly–it is madness–to suppose that you can worship Jesus in the Sacraments and Jesus resurrected to the throne of glory, when you are sweating him in the souls and bodies of his children. It cannot be done…Go out and look for Jesus in the ragged, in the naked, in the oppressed and sweated, and in those who have lost hope, in those who are struggling to make good. Look for Jesus. And when you see him, gird yourselves with his towel and try to wash their feet.
–FRANK WESTON, Bishop of Zanzibar, 1923

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SUNDAY, 2nd DAY OF CELTIC ADVENT

THE FRACTION, STOWE MISSAL–“Cognouerunt Dominum”

They recognised The Monarch, Alleluia
In the breaking of the Bread. Alleluia.
For the bread that we break is the body of our Sovereign Jesus Christ, Alleluia;
The cup which we bless is the blood of our Sovereign Jesus Christ, Alleluia.
For the remission of our sins, Alleluia.
O Sovereign, let your mercy come upon us, Alleluia;
For how we have hoped in you, Alleluia.
They recognised The Sovereign, Alleluia;
In the breaking of the Bread, Alleluia.

We believe, O Sovereign, we believe that in this breaking of your body
and pouring out of your blood we become redeemed people;
We confess that by our sharing of this Sacrament we are strengthened
to endure in hope until we lay hold
and enjoy its true fruits in the heavenly places.


I’ve been on this Journey to ICEC my whole life. Sure, that’s a way to look at a life. But it actually makes a lot of sense. I’m alive on this planet today because of the courage of gay men. One beautiful, spring-like Epiphany, a group of gay men rescued me from a sidewalk in Houston TX, where a man had kicked me to the ground, put a knife to my throat, and promised he was going to kill me. When I made eye contact with this man I realised he intended me harm and started screaming “Fire!” (one does not scream “Help/Murder/Rape” but “Fire!” because people will come out to see if their house is burning down) At any rate, a group of gay men, in literal Leather, came out to rescue me and send a few of their running jocks out after my fleeing attacker. In that time and at that time, in that place–the Montrose–there was a vigilante group after gay men. I was buffed and beautiful; I had super short, spiky hair all plastered down from running and headphones; my breasts were bound in a jog-bra covered up by a baggy sweatshirt; I had on gym shorts over sweatpants. Two Lesbian psychologists put me in touch with a number of gay men who’d been accosted and attacked by a man fitting the description of my attacker. I was the victim of a gay hate crime. At that time the AIDS fear was at a peak. I can remember thinking, “Oh, it’s just a virus that a 1:10 bleach:water solution kills”; these folks risked their lives to save mine; I’m spending the rest of my life in solidarity with the folks who’d always saved my life; with a group of folks who continue to save my life, in so many ways.

I was born into a household of totally atypical Southern Baptists, two people whose theology had nothing much to do with the SBC, a witchy Native American woman/mother and an Irish-American, Fenian/father. From an early age I knew I was no more a Southern Baptist than I was a Republican! In high school and nursing school I started exploring different faiths. I first thought I might be RC…or Jewish. But I realised that connection was about family, something this only child wanted, a big extended family.

From an early age of about five I discovered St. Andrew’s Episcopal Cathedral in Jackson MS. The Beauty of that place drew me into Confirmation. And there I remained, discerning, until 2004.

CELTIC ADVENT 2007

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17NOV07….Advent. It’s the first day of Advent.

Oh, no! you say. You’re too early.

But I’m not early…for Celtic Advent. It seems that the early Church in the Celtic Lands celebrated Advent as the forty days before Christmas, as Lent is the forty days before Easter. Except, of course, Advent is not penitential.

This year my spiritual discipline is daily reading and writing. I’ll be reading Celtic prayers, prose, and poetry; I’ll be blogging reflections for these forty days. Our bishop, William “Rusty” Clyma, has asked our stories of our own Journeys.

I’m enclosing one of my favorite pieces of music, Saint Brigid’s Prayer, sung by Noirin Ni Riain and the Monks of Glenstal Abbey. Ms. Ni Riain is an Irish “relative;” the modern-day Ryan (little king) is Riain; “ni” means “daughter of.” (as O means son of)

http://www.beliefnet.com/story/15/story_1570_1.html

Lyrics to Saint Brigid’s Prayer

I’d like to give a lake of beer to God.
I’d love the Heavenly
Host to be tippling there
For all eternity.

 

I’d love the men of Heaven to live with me,
To dance and sing.
If they wanted, I’d put at their disposal
Vats of suffering.

 

White cups of love I”d give them,
With a heart and a half;
Sweet pitchers of mercy I’d offer
To every man.

 

I’d make Heaven a cheerful spot,
Because the happy heart is true.
I’d make the men contented for their own sake
I’d like Jesus to love me too.

 

I’d like the people of heaven to gather
From all the parishes around,
I’d give a special welcome to the women,
The three Marys of great renown.

 

I’d sit with the men, the women of God
There by the lake of beer
We’d be drinking good health forever
And every drop would be a prayer.